Kairi woke, stiff and sorer than she had felt in quite some time. She also felt outrageously warm for being stuck in London. As she forced her eyes open, trying to roll them to face the right direction as she focused on the world around her, she had the sudden realization that those peaceful movies with morning-afters and fluttering eye-lashes obviously didn't take into account hours of raucous, sweaty sex, nor the idea that pets had not one iota of respect for personal space. She glanced up, faced with a sleeping, slack faced Sherlock on one side and then glanced down to her waist where Toby's head was resting, the rest of his body curled around her lower half. She chuckled softly and pulled a hand from around Sherlock to pat at Toby's head, whose mouth stretched out into a big doggy smile and his tail began to whack the sheets.
Sherlock groaned, his arms tightening around her and moving to nudge Toby's head out of his way, "He's worse than Appa."
Kairi scoffed and slapped his hand from pushing Toby, "Appa was a great snuggler. Toby just likes to snuggle too. I needed a snuggle while you were away." She sank back into their embrace and Toby adjusted, feeling like he was very much a part of their little moment, "I thought that was the point."
Sherlock nodded, pulling her closer, letting his fingers ghost along her sides, "Yes, well, I was hoping he'd realize once I was back he wouldn't be needed."
Kairi chuckled, watching as Sherlock kept his eyes shut during this entire exchange, as if willing everyone to go back to bed, "Well that's a rather dumb notion — even for you." She nuzzled against his neck, "He even joins me in the shower if I forget to close the door."
She saw Sherlock jerk slightly, the notion of laughter tilting his mouth slightly, "That is ridiculous — even for you," he mocked.
Kairi grumbled but leaned in to kiss him softly, "I'm going to shower," she felt his hands grip her waist and his very erect morning visitor press into her belly, "As much as I'd love to help you out with that, I need a shower — alone — I'm sore as all hell and I need coffee and food. Go get coffee ready." He groaned and pulled her tighter against him, but she shifted her hips, causing Toby to move and she poked Sherlock in the ribs, the small spot that he was ticklish in (at least when he didn't expect it) and he gave her a surprised yelp and let go. She rolled away from him deftly, chuckling proudly as she landed on her feet and stood up. It was a bad idea in the end, as her entire body protested — unused to Sherlock's amorous attentions and hours of sex.
While she shuffled into her bathroom, Toby moved into her spot and snuggled up next to Sherlock who had the decency to rub his belly for a few moments. Once the shower turned on, he finally forced his eyes open and looked down to see Toby lying on his back, his head upside down and staring at Sherlock with adoring eyes and a gigantic lolling tongue. He scoffed slightly and withdrew the affection and Toby rolled, lunging at his face and landing in a few good licks. Sherlock glanced around, realizing Kairi was happily humming in her shower and allowed a few moments of boyish glee to peek out as he pet Toby on the belly and allowed him some excited attention.
He gave Toby a final pat, who rolled away and jumped off the bed, yawning and stretching. Sherlock followed suit, glancing down at his current annoyance, an appendage that was now whispering thoughts of joining Kairi in the shower, but he stilled his mind. He went to her closet and pulled out some of his pajamas, using a few moments of strict thought to try and ease his hormones.
They spent hours last night reconnecting, like erector sets using bits and pieces to come together in functional, fun positions. He chuckled lightly at that, ideas now flooding his mind about different ways he could take her as he walked through her home. It was distracting, but he allowed himself a brief reprieve from his usual genius while he indulged in lecherous thoughts.
